A few years ago I had the opportunity to attend a Clearwater meeting w one of our Great Water Protectors here in the Hudson Valley – Pete Seeger. He asked us to write a song that everybody could sing.

I have lived here my entire life. I know this valley, its waters, its lands, its animals and its people.

Traveling home down the winding Rt 9, the old narrow road snaked thru the mountains and gazed down at the Hudson River, I wrote this song. This song is for Pete Seeger and the Water Protectors, b/c our job is not now, nor will it ever be over.

Back to the River

let’s go back to the river so we can swim

let’s go back to the river so we can drink

let’s go back to the river so we can sail away on the Clearwater on a clear day

The Mad Ones. The Beats. The Inner Heat.

“We were all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one and noble function of the time, move.” -Jack Kerouac On the Road

“A frantic atmosphere- all kinds of characters talking fast, moving fast- some debonair, some rakish. Literary types w black beards, grim-faced intellectuals-eclectic girls, non-homemaker types. The kind of people who came from out of nowhere and go right back into it -a pistol-packing rabbi, a snaggle-toothed girl with a big crucifix between her breasts- all kinds of character looking for the inner heat.” –Chronicles -Bob Dylan

“…,because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars…” –On the Road -Jack Kerouac

In The Beginning Man Tried Ascending To Heaven via The Tower Of Babel. Now He Tries To Elevate His Existence Using Hallucinogenic Drugs. And, Since The 20th Century, He Continually Voyages Into Outer Space Using Spacecrafts. Prayer Thru Christ Is The Only Way To Reach Heaven.